As
I sat this morning, a large tree crashed to the ground out in Pine
Grove. Pine Grove is one of my favorite spots on the land. There are
many large Bull Pines out there, and the forest floor is soft and
brown from the years of falling needles.
I
wondered which one had come down, as I knew I would notice the
change. It got me thinking about how the time we have to enjoy what
is is always limited.
Today,
I am cherishing the moments I am in, while avoiding the temptation
to try to hang onto them. Pine Grove is no longer what it was, but
what it has become is also worth treasuring.
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